as you stumble to turn the light in your living room on, you groan softly at the sight of mark.

“it’s one in the morning.”

“i know, doll baby, im sorry, we had no where to go.” he explains, looking back at his team

“who’s this?” oliveras asks, her voice edged with suspicion as she looks over at you

“you gotta girlfriend?” finau laughs

“she’s my wife.” mark says, glaring back at his team. you can see the shock register on their faces.

“you all aren’t the only ones good with computers.” you say softly, you had removed your existence from mark’s file. you were his world and he just wanted to keep you safe.